Thursday, October 15, 2015

October 15, 1933 - Sunday

Darling,

Last night I didn’t write to you because my cousin Grover and I went on a spree. We went into town and saw the local movie. It was only ten when we got home but everybody was in bed and the house was dark and I was awful sleepy so I went to bed. I was scared to death he was going to find out that there was a dance in town and insist upon going because he confided in me that he just loved to dance. I had a couple of reasons for not wanting to go into the dance. In the first place, altho’ I like Grover, I’m afraid I know only too well how he would dance and we being about the same height would make it worse than ever and the second reason was that when I was in town yesterday morning I had to stop at the garage to get the car serviced and my friend “Bud” asked me if I were going to the dance. If I had been there he might have asked me to dance and then what would I have done. I don’t see how I could have gotten out of it and I certainly wouldn’t want to dance with him. I’m going to save up all my dancing for you when you get down here and make you suffer. This morning Grover and I went for a boat ride on the lake. We went across to Silunies and back. Pop wouldn’t let June or I see if we could man the boat but he let Grover. We made it go so I know how now and I’m going to make him let me take it out. So that when you come down we can go out on the lake together when the moon is full! It’s heavenly.

Sweetheart, I hate to have you so blue and lonesome but it thrills me to the depth of my being to know that I mean so much to you. I couldn’t live without you, dear and it’s so comforting to be loved so much. Lover, don’t say six or eight years after you get out of law school because we can’t stand to be separated that long. And besides you know darling that I would much rather starve with you than have to be separated. Have you forgotten all your talk about early marriages? I have a lot in me, dear, and I could certainly stand it. That denial wouldn’t be in it with the denial of living without you, dear, can’t you understand?

My mother and father are going into the city this afternoon and stay until about Thursday and I will be at the helm in this house. Maybe my father is going to be in the liquor business as soon as prohibition is over. Isn’t he a sinner? He is going in to find out about it. Would you still love me if I changed my role to a bar keeper’s daughter?

Darling, I love you and don’t be blue! I will write tonight again.

All my best love,


Annie

Sunday Night

George dearest,

It is certainly a good thing that you didn’t see me today. I was in an awful humor, everything went wrong! It started early this morning. I was getting breakfast and I was just in the middle of it when Pop came steaming up and said Mr. Cresep had to have his breakfast in three minutes because he was leaving early with some people. I was fixing up a spiffy breakfast with pancakes and bacon but he couldn’t wait for that because the griddle wasn’t even hot yet. Pop said “make him some toast”. I wasn’t making toast because of the pancakes so the oven wasn’t even on much less hot. Well, we stewed around and got something ready for him. While I was trying to get something done Sleepy, Pop, Grover, Mom and Eleanor were messing around in the kitchen and all offering advice and needless to say I got pretty boiled up. I think I would have exploded if someone had pricked me. I think that old adage of “too many cooks spoil the broth” was never so well illustrated as it was today. More than once this noon I was planning a surprise on the family. I was going to cook a Filipino dish that we all like very much. I had told Mom what it was. In the morning after the breakfast stew and I had cooled down, Grover and I went out on the lake in the “putt putt”. I got back in plenty of time to get dinner. I was back at eleven o’clock and we weren’t planning to eat until about twelve thirty or one it being Sunday. But Mom tho’t she would help me and so she started the meal. She didn’t even look at the recipe I had but just went at it as she remembered what it was like when it was served and she did it all wrong. In fact it was so wrong that we couldn’t have that dish at all and I had to change the whole menu at the last moment. So of course dinner was late after so much time lost. Everybody was stewing around the kitchen trying to help it along. The disappointment of not being able to have what I had planned as a surprise was bad enough but to have all the fuss besides. O, it was awful. When I got thru with that meal I could have easily chewed somebody’s head off.

Mom and Pop left after dinner and they won’t be back until about Thursday noon. Grover’s getting on my nerves. He seems to think its up to me to keep him amused. I can’t have the evenings to myself anymore. He doesn’t like to read and it’s kind of hard to sit and read when he is sitting across the room twiddling his thumbs. Tonight I had to teach him to play Russian Bank in the way of doing something. This afternoon he turned on the portable and insisted that I dance with him. It was just as I feared but I think I stumbled around enough to convince him that I don’t like to dance.

Lover, I am so sorry this letter is so full of complaints but this has been a trying day for me. I wish I had your shoulder to rest by head on. I need you, darling and I’ll love you forever and ever.

Good night sweet heart

Annie


P.S. I did have peace and quiet this afternoon long enough to make an apple pie that was pretty good.

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